Starving For Genius - Episode 10

Erotic Substance (Explicit)

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I knocked lightly on Stephanie’s door, bottle of Midori capped with a shot glass in one hand and electric toothbrush in the other.

She wore a Hello Kitty nightgown, inviting me into a bedroom that looked more like it belonged to a preteen than to a co-lead singer of a pop-rock band.

Sitting on the edge of her bed with knees pressed to one another and feet apart, Stephanie looked like one of the girls I used to dream about back in high school.

Add that to the Britney Spears teeny-bopper classics she had playing on her computer and it was as if I had been transported back to one of my adolescent fantasies, only now I was actually living the dream.

I poured Steph a shot, handed her the battery-powered toothbrush with its ultra-soft bristles, then left her long enough to retrieve the camera and tripod.

Out of the three band mates Stephanie was definitely the most nervous, sitting there in silence as I set up the shot while trying to reassure her that everything had turned out great so far.

When it was time, I brought her around to the side of the bed we’d be shooting on and went over everything.

“I’ll need you to be on the edge here, and do your best to keep your face turned towards the camera. Feel free to take as much time as you need, and if it helps you can keep your eyes closed.”

I positioned myself behind the camera as Stephanie placed herself on the edge of the bed. She then laid very still as I framed her in a medium close-up from the chest up. So still that she looked more like a mannequin than a young woman.

“OK, whenever you’re ready.”

Her eyes stared dead ahead into the camera lens, the occasional blinking of the eyelids the only part of her body to move as Britney sang in the background about not being that innocent.

A full minute passed before any sign of movement came from Stephanie, her lips then parting to softly say, “I can’t-- Can you tell me-- I mean--”

With the other two girls I had kept my respectable distance, not saying a single word to them once they had begun pleasuring themselves so as not to disturb their focus. But being the tamest of the three, Stephanie indeed needed some assistance in helping turn this awkward situation into one of sensual expression. And so more than happy to oblige, I began directing her every step of the way.

“It’s OK, Steph. To learn of one’s own body through self-exploration is a form of self-enlightenment. Only by knowing our own personal pleasures can we fully satisfy those we choose to take as a lover. It’s one of the most natural acts of human kind, where the body and spirit attain an individual freedom unlike any other.

”It’s all about you now. No performance, no worries. No better place than in the comforts of your own bedroom to learn to release yourself.

Let it all go.

Turn on the toothbrush.”

The sound of a small but powerful motor came to life.

“Now bring it up in front of your face and look at all the little bristles spin about.”

She did just as I said, her eyes leaving the camera lens of mine to stare down at the electric toothbrush.

“As soft as angel hair.

Ever so gently, barely touch the corner of your mouth with it.”

As she did so her eyes returned to peering into the camera.

“…And keep it there. That’s right. Feel the heavenly softness awakening.

Lightly run it over your top lip.”

Subtle yet obvious, her reaction was one of delight.

“Yes, the tickle is such a treat, isn’t it?

“Now do the same with your bottom lip, and allow yourself the full pleasure of it this time.”

Her eyelids softened, coming down a bit as she gave in to the tingle.

“It’s that easy. What you feel is your body thanking you. Appreciating the fact that you’re now taking control of sweet sensations, instead of having to rely on another to do so. Such an amazing power you now possess.

“It only gets better from here. The nerves of not knowing are now nerves of excitement.

“Feed them. Bring the angel’s touch down to your left breast.

“Again, with only the slightest contact, place it on the fabric above your nipple.”

And by doing so, Stephanie found herself in the midst of a sudden deep inhale.

“Apply a little more pressure…

“And slowly trace the firmness growing beneath it.”

Her knees, side-by-side as before, began to shift. “Such gratitude for such pleasure. Yes, your body now answers with the wetness between your legs.

“Give in.

“Let it out.

“It only gets better.”

Onward I continued, not only peeling away the undiscovered layers of Stephanie, but also uncovering this level of self-control I never knew I had with this third go-round of suppressing my sexual arousal.

“Now listen to your body and you’ll start to hear it, feel it, telling you the patterns to use to increase, expand, these delicious sensations.

“Keep ‘em coming, keep ‘em flowing, and place your free hand on your stomach.

“Now use those fingers to start pulling up your night gown, the more the fabric rides up and gathers in the palm of your hand the more free you become. The more intense it all becomes.”

I watched out the corner of my eye as she lifted her center weight until the unveiling curtain passed her waist and was all gathered across her stomach.

“Now remove the toothbrush and lift your gown up to your chest.”

This exposed her left breast and half of her right, both of which were in frame.

Of course the part of the footage that showed her actual bare breast would be, as they say, left on the cutting room floor during the editing process. The idea was to keep the camera rolling so I wouldn’t miss those special magical moments that could later be pieced together for a PG-13 type viewing.

“OK, bring the bristles back down to your nipple, but start off with featherly-light kisses.”

Stephanie continued to look straight into the camera’s eye, as if it were my own, and it picked up the slight changes in her face as she touched the pink tender pebble of her perky breast with the rotating softness.

“Yes, a little bit more pressure now as your body guides you.”

We would be hitting the next level soon and consequently would have to push in closer, but I really liked the framing we had going on of her beautiful breasts on one end and that cute face of hers on the other.

It was then that I realized her right breast had the answer. The bottom part lay bare while the hemline covered the nipple, with the Hello Kitty image bunched together across her chest in just the right position to where you could make it out if you looked at it the right way, yet not visible enough to where copyright infringement would be an issue.

This was ideal to the theme. The innocence of a young woman learning how to pleasure herself in the sanctuary of her own bedroom. And in Stephanie’s case, life imitating art.

“Feel the warmth, the moistness down there between your legs as it calls out to you. It begs to know the angel’s touch. But before you heed the call, turn off the toothbrush.

“Now take the lube beside you and apply some to the bristles.

Massage it throughout.”

And as she did so I reached out and pulled the hemline down over her exposed nipple to match the other.

Beautiful. We were ready to move on.

Like her band mates, Stephanie was hairless, her closed crease blushing red with stimulated blood flow.

“It’s all about the slow ease. Taking the time to smell the roses. To feel their smooth texture while admiring their bright beauty.

“With that slow ease, stroke in the curls that once twirled around what is now bare. Feel the impulse it sends down to your secret garden below.

“Yes, don’t be afraid to follow the trail. The strengthening urge is just confirmation that this couldn’t be more right. It’s the one area of your life where there are no boundaries. No limitations.”

Following my directions, my somewhat hypnotic tone, had led her to the entrance of the promise land. But my guidance would soon be leaving Stephanie, letting her finish out the journey on her own so she could give herself that final affirmation that it was she who held the master key to her domain of pleasure.

“You give in to the one and only who has been there for every heartbeat, every breath. No one could ever know you as well as you know yourself. So feed the craving with no hesitation.”

She approached the